Beyond the aching lapis fields,  
Which causes tears from eyes to reel,
Lies in utter darkness
An orb burning in the starkness.  

It burns a hue no coal could master, Polished in brilliant alabaster.
And as this lonely beast from heaven dangles,
By a single silken threaden tangle,
I snap its bare thread,
Without a solemn dread.  

And I bring it close to my heart,
Swearing from it to never part.  
Yet, once I bring my eyes to peer,
I find a lonely coal of woe and fear.  

And now I let the wind the ashes take,
For now my heart does ever quake.